Before we get down to birthday business, I say farewell to an old acquaintance you may know if you’re old enough to remember how awful Reagan was. RIP Robin Leach, a very nice guy, though one of the original supporters of the rapacious .001% with his “Lifestyles of the Rich & Famous” hit show. I may not have liked his politics, but I liked him, and he liked Bonoboville. Because in addition to liking champagne, caviar and obscenely big sprawling estates, Robin Leach liked sex.

For literally decades, Robin sent me messages, saying he wanted to come to a show in person, but he never made it. Maybe he was scared. Maybe my estate wasn’t big and sprawling enough for him. Maybe he just never got around to it. But he did watch our HBO and public access shows and endorsed my book The 10 Commandments of Pleasure with these words of wisdom to the wealthy:

“If you require a new suit, you seek out a great tailor. If you need surgery, you track down the finest doctor… When it comes to love, sex and relationships–nobody dishes it up better than Dr. Susan Block.” – Robin Leach

And nobody dished up the enthralling and demonic decadence of the “rich and famous” better than Robin Leach. He was always polite-to-a-fault with his guests, making them feel like the stars they wanted to be, as he enticed them to reveal their laughable idiosyncrasies, conspicuous capitalist consumption and that unintentionally entitled sense of self.

An audience member comes up to me during the break to tell me how much he enjoyed the Drumpf spankings, and he feels strongly that the Pussygrabber-in-Chief would enjoy them too. “Yes, and if he resigns, we’d be happy to spank him, pee on him and generally dominate him as much as he wants,” I reply, “as long as he stays out of politics. It’s our duty to spank Trump booty for our country!”

And who knows, maybe our pathetic populace will get it together to beat Trump at the polls in November. This past week surely has been a Trump Crime Family Shit Show of ridiculous proportions: Trump’s former presidential campaign manager, Paul Manaforte, found guilty on eight counts of tax and bank fraud; former Trump cheerleader Omarosa’s still spilling the beans; National Enquirer CEO David Pecker is getting immunity for testifying against Trump (when you can’t trust your pecker, who can you trust?); and Trump’s once devoutly loyal consiglieri, Michael Cohen, is flipping higher than an Olympic gymnast, fingering his formerly beloved boss in his guilty plea to campaign finance violations that involved paying off Trump’s porn star and Playmate paramours Stormy Daniels and Karen McDougal.

Finger-finger, Trumpty Dumpty! I know El Donito enjoyed Stormy’s spanking (and it transformed him from a bragging bore into a decent conversationalist, albeit temporarily), but I don’t know if he likes Michael Cohen fingering him so intimately. As Drumpf says about baby Tiffany’s breast size, only “time will tell”…

“America’s Got Witchhunts” art by Scott Siedman, Neverwuz Productions

One thing is clear: If you’re sick of Trump (as most Americans are), Stormy Daniels is a great American hero. The only person our Presidential Pariah ever hired who was actually qualified to do their job was Stormy Daniels. Stormy took all the risk by coming forward with her tale of bad sex, effective spanking and hush money, and it led to Cohen, Pecker and Trump CFO Allen Weisselberg flipping on Trump. Like a lot of porn stars, Stormy is shameless and blameless and unafraid to lead the charge. Stormy for President! Michael Avenatti can be Veep.

Meantime, here in the little Love Church of Bonoboville, we give ourselves and our audience a strong dose of Trumpocalypse therapy. If the mostly lame (but better than Trump) Democrats can’t do it, we will beat Trump in our own ways.

Sorry I don’t say R.I.P. John McCain on this show, even though Military fetishists on both sides of the aisle are singing his hosannas. I see no reason to eulogize a war criminal, even if he loathed Trump as much as anybody.

Happy Birthday Rhiannon!

From birth to death, and back to birth again.

Pre-Show Selfie

First up on my broadcast bed to celebrate her emergence into the world is “Most Well-Rounded Kinkster” SUZY award-winning birthday girl and one of my personal favorite DrSuzy.Tv guests, Rhiannon Aarons.

Selfie “Journalism”

Pre-Show Rhiannon Selfie

Rhi’s friend celebrates her birth

PHOTO 1: SLICK RICK. PHOTO 2: SELFIE. PHOTO 3: JUX LII

A performance artist, MFA graduate, author, a Dominatrixes Against Donald Trump (D.A.D.) member. real-life MILF, and friend since Sheree Rose introduced us on Kink Month 2, 2016. Rhiannon is as smart as she is sexy, not to mention very curvy.

Presenting Birthday Babe Rhiannon Aarons. Photo: TACRA

I noticed her complaining on Facebook that she couldn’t find bras big enough to fit her large, naturally pendulous and beautiful breasts. Not being so prodigiously endowed, I find it hard to feel sorry for her, though I do understand that hauling those big heavy knockers around everywhere you go can be a hazard to your spinal health, and too-tight “minimizing” bras are no fun for anyone.

And submissive she is as she lays her well-rounded, half-naked body across my lap, and I give her a very intimate over-the-knee (OTK) birthday spanking, smacking her luscious derriere into a new year of pleasure (with a little bit of fun consensual pain, of course), as she gasps and moans delightfully and almost musically, surrounded by the Womb Room chorus of Virgos, lovers and the entire congregation of stars filling the bar and gardens of the Love Church of Bonoboville.

Over the Knee

Birthday Spanking

Nice Butt, Bday Gal!

I warm up her butt flesh and psychological spankability with soft pats on the sweet spot (the lower portion of the buttocks where they meet the thighs), followed by harder and harder spanks until that awesome ass turns crimson.

Hair-pulling plus spanking a nice pink bottom to match my push-up bra (unlike Rhiannon, I’ve never had the “problem” of not finding bras big enough) to the delight of the Womb Room congregation. Photo: Mark de Leon

Rhiannnon takes her spanking like a champ and even lets me pull her hair.

In between the harder spanks, I give sensuous after-care to Rhiannon’s smarting butt flesh with the luxuriantly soft chinchilla mink glove that Robin Leach might appreciate. I would never buy real fur, but the glove was given to be by a sex therapy client with a fur fetish.

Sensual After-Care for the Bday Gal with my Chinchilla Mink Glove, a gift from a client with a fur fetish. Photo: Slick Rick

So, how can I not use it, especially on a beautiful birthday butt like Rhiannon’s?

As Rhiannon says, “Drinking improves the personalities of everyone around me.”

Danni Dawson

BBW Bday Gal

Danni’s Bday Spanking

Danni’s Bday Punch-Spanking

Danni’s a little too big to go across my knee, so we put her over one of our backless chairs and I spank away, playing “butt bongo” on her buttocks.

Pummeling Danni’s Big Butt. Photo: Jux Lii

I also punch her butt with closed fist, which actually feels a lot better than it sounds, being punched (or “pummeled”) in the butt being kind of the opposite of being punched (or pummeled) in the face.

Sick of his incessant, distractingly deranged tweeting, I grab his phone.

Sick of the tweeting…

I take Trump’s phone.

And the Trumpus is Phone-less

Next I gag him with a wad of Trump toilet paper.

All Tied up & TP’ed

Rhiannon spanks…

…Trump’s G-String Rump

When we pull down his pants, we discover he’s wearing a crimson ladies’ g-string, whereupon the Trump-beating begins.

Rhiannon spanks Trump’s rump with the Forbes as I hold his tie-leash. Photo: Slick Rick

Rhiannon spanks Trump’s rump with the same Forbes that Stormy spanked him with on that fateful night in Reno.

Rhiannon gets her rhythm

Boob jiggles with spanks

Danni dominates Trump

Then she hands the Forbes to Mother Tink who spanks the Presidunce for “personal” reasons. Then the Dominatrix-Violinist gives him some Wicked whacks. Jacquie takes a turn. Then Danni articulates her firmly held belief that all his problems stem from having a small penis (I’m not so sure, since plenty of lesser endowed guys are decent human beings, but it is an influential factor), as she wallops his big butt.

Read the Bonobo Way or get red from it! Be more bonobo and stop acting like a Trumpanzee!

Caught up in the spirit of her new community, Blossom spanks Trump with the Bonobo Way too, and soon his flabby white ass is as red as his panties.

Basta!

Rhiannon dragshis ass OUT

Yale G-String never worn by Trump!

Isn’t it remarkable how everyone wants to spank the President these days?

Well, not everyone. We actually have some Trump supporters in the Womb Room (we don’t discriminate, even if they do), but 99% of us and 60% of the country want to see him spanked right out of the White House, by hook or by crook, by rat or by flipper.

Without letting him pull up his pants, Rhiannon leads the big baby by the tie, crawling on his hands and knees, out of the Womb Room and into the shower.

Rhiannon leads tRUMP’s sorry red rump out of the Womb Room and into the showers. Photo: Jux Lii

If only we could beat Trump for real! We can. And really people, we should. Don’t forget to vote this November.

Bubbly on Bubbles Communion

What’s a birthday without champagne?

Rhiannon ejaculates champagne. Photo: Jux Lii

Rhiannon and Danni each pop open a bottle. I advise Rhiannon to shake hers up a bit, and lo and behold, it sprays foam like an ejaculating cock. She holds the bottle smartly between her legs, giving the effect of jacking off.

Cumming Champange

Chateau Bonoboville

What a load!

Actually, most guys wish they could ejaculate like that; my sex therapy clients often ask me how they can cum harder and more copiously.

I wish it was as easy as shaking up a bottle of bubbly.

Champagne Jousting. Photo: Jux Lii

Holding off from ejaculating for a few days is probably the best way to assure you’ll come like an uncorked champagne bottle when you finally do ejaculate.

Danni shakes it up

Bubbly on Bubbles

Bukkake Bubbles

Suddenly Blossom rushes between the two Birthday Gals and requests that they pour champagne all over her.

Too Much Bubbly Bukkake for Bubbly Miss Blossom? Photo: Jux Lii

I’m a bit surprised, but it’s cool with me, and the Bday Babes are all too willing to oblige, ejaculating champagne all over her pretty lingerie-clad body.

You can run…

But you can’t hide

Pussy Butt

Blossom’s nickname being “Bubbles,” it’s Bubbly on Bubbles for this pussy.

As Rhiannon points out, her altar is ready, so she’s the Altar Girl with Blossom taking Communion and getting Waterboarded, Bonobo-Style with a little of the same sacred champagne in which she’d just been baptized.

Violins Not Violence

When we come back from the break, Wicked treats us to that virtuoso improvisation on her bright white electric violin.

Wicked ascends the Womb Room stage with her violin.. Photo: Jux Lii

What a musical treat.

Wicked wows the Womb Room again. Photo: Mark de Leon

Go Bonobos for violins, not violence!

Music of the Erotic Spheres for our orgasming ears. Eargasms! Photo:: Tasra

It’s an entirely different form of Trumpocalypse therapy, soothing the savage beast within us, miserable at being caged by the Mango Mussolini.

I realize that’s an oxymoron, but it really fits this scene which was planned pretty meticulously before the show (as meticulously as we ever plan anything), but you know how it is…

The best-laid plans may not get you laid the way you planned.

So Trump is back and he’s pussygrabbing again. This time, his tiny little hand is clutching the crotch of a nicely shaped young lady in bra and thong panties with a… what’s that? A rhinoceros head? A very horny rhinoceros head.

Stop Pussygrabbing!

Turning the Tables

How do YOU like genital force?

Rhino Girl fights off Trump’s obscene and boorish advances, pummeling him with her fists and performing some type of odd-toed ungulate jiu jitsu.

Rhino Jiu Jitsu. Photo: Mark De Leon

Finally, she whirls him around and kicks him in the balls.

Pussygrabber-in-Chief gets kicked in the balls. Photo: Mark de Leon

That’s showing the Pussygrabber!

Rhino Girl Victorious

Cake Time!

Candles Lit

Then we light the candles on a special birthday cake for Rhiannon.

Blow Baby Blow! Photo: Jux Lii

After she blows them out, Little Ms. Rhino Girl goes over and sits in the cake.

Aiming her ass to the cake

Ass moves cake to precarious position on edge of stool

Touch-Down

Cake-Sitting!

Ta Da!

Splosh!

Cake-Sitting, the Rhino Way! Photo: Jux Lii

We try to be good sploshers in advance, as the premier Splosh edition of the Speakeasy Journal suggests, putting plastic over the chair where the cake is and everything.

Cake-Sitting Fetishists Delight

Splosheria

Another Rhino Girl Victory

But we don’t factor in the slide factor. That is, cake and a big blob of yellow icing slide off of Rhino Girl’s butt and the chair, dripping all over the wires and microphones that are next to it.

Cake Butt

Splosh Mania

Rhino Girl in Her Glory

PHOTOS: JUX LII

Sticky with yellowish cake icing, Rhino Girl throws up some signs and does a little victory dance.

Blossom / Buttcake split focus. Photo: Jux Lii

Actually, Rhino Girl is a friend of Rhiannon’s. They’ve known each other since grade school. This was the fulfillment of her fantasy for Rhiannon’s birthday.

At this point we notice the cake and icing is all over equipment. Scrambling ensues to disentangle and wipe things off with various assorted towels that just aren’t enough.

Pandemonium in Sploshville. Photo: Mark de Leon

At least, we’ve kept the chair clean by covering it with the plastic which we pick up carefully with the cake.

Icing Ass Rhino Girl…

Sits on Clean Uncovered Stool

Leaving Cake Stains All Over It!

Then Rhino Girl, her butt covered with cake, proceeds to sit down on it. So much for keeping it clean.

Splosh is like life; it’s a lot of fun, but it generally turns into a big mess that somebody has to clean up.

Cinderella Blossom cleans up Rhino Girl’s Mess. Photo: Author

The guilty party is quite contrite about her mess–but its nothing compared to the mess that unrestrained human growth and greed has wreaked on our environment–and besides, how can I get mad at adorable Rhino Girl?

It’s worth it because I know that Mother Tink has a soft spot for neon.

Blossom gets down with Mother Tink for a double whipping as Ikkor the Wolf walks in singing “She Bad.” Photo: Jux Lii

Blossom gets down on her knees next to Tink Mama, and I whack the two of them with the Goddess’ lightning bolts, and intoIn the middle of this merry spanking mayhem, in strides shirtless and sexy Ikkor the Wolf, singing “She Bad.”

I attempt to whip their butts to the beat, but now I really have no room and the beat’s pretty fast, so by the end of the song, I’m totally winded.

Blossom gets out of the line of fire as I keep spanking Mother Tink’s butt and everybody grooves to Ikkor the Wolf. Photo: Jux Lii

And yeah, I think it’s also that toxic ashen air from all the fires.

Who knew that climate change would come so quickly, bringing on, among other catastrophes, a huge uptick in respiratory illnesses and conditions.

Winded But Still Kicking. Photo: Mark de Leon

We knew. Scientists have been telling us about climate change since the 1950s. Unfortunately, we didn’t do much of anything about it, and Trump is doing even less now, gutting the little ecological protection that we have at a rapid, damn-the-environment pace.

The great greed of the Trump Crime Family is ratcheting up the poisoning of our evnironment. Photo: Tacra

To line their own pockets with graft, the Trump Crime Family is poisoning the very air we breathe.

Well then, our last gasps will be orgasmic, and our last acts will be of resistance to the tyranny that is spreading around the world.

You, yes, YOU can change the world! Photo: Mark de Leon

The neo-fascists—the Fascinistas—aren’t the ones flaunting Nazi and KKK symbols, at least not in public. They sport American flags, Russian flags, whatever flag they feel is “their” flag. The new fascism, just like the old fascism is powered by greed and violent domination, feeding on the fears that lie within all of us.

We all–as individuals and as a community–have the ability to RESIST evil… and Free the Nipple! Photo: Jux Lii

Yet each of us has the ability to resist, to step outside the fascist construct and engage with nature and each other in a Bonobo Way, a peace-through-pleasure loving way. Even if we fail, and the uber-capitalists drain the earth until no one is left but the cockroaches, it’s a far better way to live than the Trumpanzee way of theft, rape, pillage, war and imprisonment. Go Bonobos!

Asia Argento Dud

Speaking of “rape,” when I tried making a joke about the ongoing scandals of #MeToo activist leader Asia Argento, nobody laughed. Then I tried another, and when that fell flat too, I gave up and kept spanking.

In a way, I’m glad to know that most of the people in Bonoboville aren’t as caught up in Asia’s melodrama as I am. At the same time, I’m glad that the #MeToo movement is getting a little more realistic about sex, rape and sexual harassment.

If you don’t know what I’m talking about, catch up and google “Asia Argento.” You’ll find yourself wandering through a dark complex labyrinth, delving into the horrors of Harvey Weinstein, the suicide of Anthony Bourdain, an underage lover named Jimmy Bennett. Do you see Asia as a victim or a predator, or maybe just as a typically flawed, albeit very flamboyant human?

The complicated love life of Asia Argento: Jimmy Bennett, Anthony Bourdain, Harvey Weinstein. Interestingly, in each photo, her look seems to change to more closely resemble the male by her side.

I’ve supported #MeToo since the Weinstein Affair first broke less than a year ago in October, 2017 when Rhiannon was a guest on Kink Month 2: The Pussy’s Revenge. It’s not bonobo to harass women or men on the job or anywhere. And I strongly feel it is #MeTooSoon for Louis C.K. to stage a surprise so-called “comeback” (this past Sunday night) before he’s even said he’s sorry for pressuring women he was working with to watch him jack off. The least he could have done is make some good self-deprecating jokes about what a stupid wanker he is, but he didn’t even do that. I’m all for masturbation, including consensual mutual masturbation (love it!), but not pushing someone who “admires” you professionally to watch you pull your pud just because you can. So Louis, I’ve offered before but I’ll offer again: Masturbate for the webcam sex therapists of the Dr. Susan Block Institute.

We’ll be happy to watch and applaud and, if you so desire, we’ll also critique and/or laugh at your performance. But don’t harass people. Be bonobo. And try apologizing and donating some of your hard-on-earned cash to a women’s shelter. And C.K.’s not the only one. Thanks to the rapacious jaws of patriarchal capitalism there are more. No, I don’t think these self-confessed harassers should “serve time” for the rest of their lives (though none went to prison). But it feels #MeTooSoon.

But back to Asia. Even though she’s fallen from the top of the news cycle, she hasn’t fallen out of my head.

There are at least too sides to every story. I’ve never agreed with the motto: Believe all women. Men might be sexual predators and certainly murderers a lot more often than women—but when it comes to telling the truth, we are all equal. Women are just as likely to lie, spin and cover up inconvenient truths as often as men do.

A creeping sense of sexual danger in America seems to be underway with #MeToo on one side and Trump on the other. Trump is the biggest sexual turn-off since saltpeter. Yes, he has had lots of sex with various pin-up model types, but all of it (except maybe Stormy’s spanking) seems to have been of the conquest variety purely for narcissistic gratification, not for mutual pleasure. This is a big turn-off, especially for women. On the other side, we have #MeToo, a mostly very admirable and very bonobo movement for female empowerment, and I generally support its radical critique of sexual harassment. But it’s making many men and women afraid to approach anyone for sex or even a hug. A little bit of fear is like spice in your salami. It’s delicious. But too much spoils the meat.

I wish #MeToo could take down the Pussygrabber-in-Chief. Photo: Mark de Leon

I wish #MeToo would fight more for women’s rights, and less against sex. With the Pussygrabber in the Oval Orifice, women’s reproductive rights are in grave danger, adult consensual sex work is being demonized as “trafficking” and sex education, like most education, is being dismantled by the Religious Right.

Rose McGowan was pilloried on Twitter when she suggested that people be “gentle” with her friend Asia Argento, now accused of (not arrested for) “statutory rape,” all of it made more sordid by the fact that she played her accuser’s mother in a movie when he was seven years old, bringing up taboo incest fantasies and the terror of the devouring mother.

I agree with her critics that Rose is being a bit hypocritical here, considering she was perfectly happy to unleash her “Rose Army” of almost a million Twitter followers’ unrestrained wrath upon the men accused of sexual harassment or the women who supported those men or just questioned some victims’ narratives.

As I see it, maybe we should be “gentle” with everybody when it comes to sex and hearsay. It’s the Bonobo Way.

After-Party & Orgasms

In the after-party, I give books to all the birthday girls. Hey, we be literate sluts!

Danni already received the Bonobo Way last time she was here, so gets the Speakeasy Journal: Splosh Edition, and Rhiannon already has both the Bonobo Way and the Speakeasy Journal, so she gets the book that Robin Leach endorsed, The 10 Commandments of Pleasure.

Wicked Way of the Bonobo. Photo: Selfie

In the after-party I keep hearing rumors of couples who aren’t formally together having sex in the bed behind the appetizers. I wish I could say that I saw a vision of feet sticking up behind the shrimp cocktail, but I can’t, and if I could, you know I would have taken a photo.

Behind the food is fucking!

Abe & Johnny relax

Whacking Jacquie

Well, I can’t be everywhere at once, and I am kind of busy whacking Jacquie’s naughty bare behind with the Goddess’ glow whip.

Blue Lightning strikes Jacquie Blu. Photo: Jux Lii

I also get a chance to chat with some of people in the audience, including a couple of Ikkor’s friends.

Somehow we get on the subject of Tarot cards. She uses the Waite deck. The first deck I ever saw was the Aquarian deck, but I didn’t know how to use the cards other than to ogle them and go, “Oh how cool.” I learned on the Waite deck in Kathmandu, Nepal, and then in Oaxaca, Mexico, I “graduated” to the Aleister Crowley/Frieda Harris deck, in my opinion, the deck of decks.

Womb Room Corner

Rhiannon & Calista

My Golden Butt

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a Satanist like Asia Argento, although I’m a fan of Pan, the horny horned Greek God of the Wild, half man/half goat, who seems to have been a prototype for the Christian Devil, and lends his name to the Latin classification of bonobos, pan paniscus.

Maybe that’s why I was so horny for Rhino Girl’s horn.

The horniness continues as Capt’n Max and I retire to our private quarters on the top deck of the Good Ship Bonoboville after all those well-celebrated birthdays.

Primemates. Photo: Jux Lii

At this point, my pollutant-poisoned sinuses are totally stopped up which makes me feel very unsexy, but I decide to have sex anyway because sex actually clears my sinuses, and though the ecstatic decongestion lasts only a couple of minutes before and after the orgasm, it’s worth it.

Pre-Orgasm Selfie

Good thing Capt’n Max is always ready to set sail, regardless of wifely weather conditions.

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Amazing guests Dr. Suzy! Indeed it has been a while since Wicked was in your beloved Speakeasy. I dug up a clip of her virginal performance in the womb room that was uploaded to your YouTube channel:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rawk1cxbz2U

Meow!!! Someone pinch me cause I must be dreaming, how did this little kitty get so lucky!? I’m sooo excited for my next chapter in life~ living The Bonobo Way and being assistant to the Queen of Bonoboville, Dr.Suzy. With out a doubt it’s one of the best things that ever happened to me. Happy birthday to all my sexy bonobo Virgos, thank you for the great show and the champagne shower. You ladies can get me wet anytime

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